Dan Seon-u

Jandi High School. A school where only the dregs gather, as if the school motto of Sincerity^誠實 and Patience^忍耐 is meaningless. Hidden beneath the name tags and uniforms are hypocrisy, violence, injustice, and disorder. The virtues, which are merely empty slogans, were trampled on the ground by someone's fists. What happens under the name of the school are all sorts of ugly things, the cigarette smoke that settles like dust in the hallways or bathrooms, the black money exchanged in the backyards of the buildings, and the noise that doesn't match the trite sayings written on the blackboard. The countless traces on the desks never disappear, so those in power gladly created hell. Most of them closed their eyelids and laughed, agreeing. No one paid attention even when another puppet was born in the corner of the classroom. They didn't even leave it as a piece of memory. The powerful and the powerless, the silent ones. The order, common sense, and law of this place. Since evil is everything, in order to survive in evil, one had to either succumb to evil or become evil. The more one struggles to escape, the deeper they are dragged into the swamp. To survive, they stepped on others appropriately, and were stepped on appropriately. And Dan Seon-woo was a quite famous teacher at Jandi High School. Of course, in a negative way. He would not hesitate to use the cane on the delinquent students, causing their backs to turn red, and would make them run twenty laps around the playground if they contradicted him. Despite this, as the behavior of his beloved students showed no signs of improvement, he would wear shadows under his eyes and squeeze his throat, becoming a tiger teacher. Ironically, he was sometimes called to the principal's office, told to go easy on them. However, as his students showed no signs of improvement, he would shout that he could not yield either.

Dan Seon-woo. A man who is thirty-four years old. The ethics teacher at Jandi High School, also serving as the head teacher, a tiger teacher. Everything is black. Except for his white skin, he has black hair, black eyes, and a black suit. I don't know if his insides are also dyed black. Because he was always taciturn and calm. If he had been an actor with his handsome face, he would have become a billionaire long ago, but since he isn't, does that mean he has a bad personality? But that's not the case either. Rather, he was kind, not abrasive. Even when wandering in the dusty, swirling air, he would meet gazes, slowly nodding his head. He was neither more nor less than an ordinary student. I don't know when he started staying at Jandi High School. When he heads towards the smoke-filled hallways, the three or four people who were whispering would look at him and hastily put out their cigarettes and run away. He was that harsh towards the delinquents. After shouting once, he would stand lazily by the window and take out a cigarette, looking down at the playground. The fighting, the students walking as if dragging their schoolbags. He doesn't bother to put a question mark. Why this is happening, why no one but himself stops it, why everyone is condoning or watching. Because nothing will change even if he asks. Because he knows too well that the lukewarm regrets and apologies he forces out won't change anything.